Hey! This chapter is a little longer, but not much. When school ends in a week and summer officially comes for me I will make the chapters longer and update faster :) You guys should listen to the song Lights-Ellie Goulding. It kind of goes with this chapter. I prefer the Wired Dubstep mix over the original, but they are both good. Reviews make me smile! I love it when people review; it makes me happy to know that people at least like this story! I have so very funny reviewers :) Sorry about any grammar, spelling, etc. errors. AN: Number Seven is homeschooled and Six has already finished 'schooling' early.
Number Seven scanned over the text book in front of her and tapped her pencil on the table in front of her. She wrote down the answer on the notebook that lay diagonally next to the textbook. Her handwriting was light and scrawled a bit, but it looked nice regardless. She sighed and leaned back in her chair before biting the end of the pencil, which happened to be one of her bad habits. She stretched her arms above her head, her pencil going with her hands. Her back craned off the chair before she slumped back on the chair, tired limbs and all.
"Tired already?" Her older sister asked as she typed on her laptop across from her.
Seven rubbed her eyes because it was at least ten at night and for the past three hours she had been trying to understand human history. She had to admit human history was a bit bland and boring when compared to her planet's history. She didn't even understand why she had to learn about it.
Seven glanced at the clock illuminating green numbers before looking back at her older sister locked in on the laptop.
"It's ten. It only makes sense that I'm tired since I've been doing my homework for the past three hours. Meanwhile, you're on the laptop doing what again?" She asked not unkindly.
"Four." She said as if it explained everything and in detail. Seven knew right away that she was still looking for anymore information on him.
"You've been searching for anything on him for about a week and we still haven't found anything at all." She drawled out. She traced the pencil from end to end because it was just something to do.
Six glanced up at her sister with an unreadable expression before looking back down at the screen.
"They must be laying low. " Seven heard. She also heard the dull click of the laptop mouse.
"Very low." She said suspiciously. There must have been something in her voice because her older sister looked up at her with equal suspicion.
"I mean they're after them. They would have to be hiding very well to avoid them. Even if they were hiding very well they would be on their tails right now, like all the rest. Shouldn't that draw quiet a bit of attention to wherever they are?" She asked as she walked around to the laptop and pulled the chair with her.
"I assume that would be the case. I mean we can't lay low forever, no one can. But they seem to be doing a very good job of it." She said as she searched the system.
"Not good enough." Six said as she clicked on a link and a black and green alien background appeared with a video screen right in the middle. She clicked the play button and watched.
Four lay writhing on the sand cradling his burning leg. He shook uncontrollably as pain shot through his leg, particularly his ankle where the loric charm sat nestled there.
Six and Seven winced at the memory of when the same thing happened to them, except they had been asleep. The pain was like an alarm clock when you couldn't find the 'off' button. You would fumble with the alarm clock. The urgency was clear, but everything else was fogged up. The annoying buzzing of the alarm was like the pain. Unable to be turned off until you stop it, but with the buzzing as a distraction you can't seem to focus on anything else. Time is everything.
Four's leg seemed to give off an unnatural glow.
"Where was this?" Seven asked as she scanned the screen for anything that would give an indication.
"Florida." Six said as she pointed it out on the lower end of the screen.
"I doubt they would still be there after this. They probably left straight after that incident." Six said as Seven looked at the still rolling video. Her older sister's words seem to fall on deaf ears. She looked at the boy who was in pain. His body was well defined; contours of his chiseled chest seemed perfect. His face was slightly long, his skin lightly tanned. His eyes were a soft blue. Lines were scrunched up on his forehead. His mouth was slightly open, voicing his pain. His hair was the color of tree bark. It looked a bit…off, like it didn't belong.
"Are you listening to me?" She heard her sister say with an annoyed tone. Everything around the laptop was a blur of colors and shapes before, but as she heard her sister's voice and she remembered that she was suppose to be listening to her everything seem to come into focus. Shapes restored to objects, just as the colors did. She blinked several times, her eyes adjusting as if she had just been in a pitch black room for an hour and then walked out into the illuminating sunlight.
She turned her head a bit to look at her one-year older sister and dizziness occupied her mind, like a sickening feeling in her mouth and in the pit of her stomach. Her legs felt as if they weren't there so she stumbled and her older sister caught her by the upper arm and elbow.
"Whoa. Are you okay?" Six said and there was a bit of terror catching her words and her eyes.
Seven felt a slight pull at the loric charm slid into the skin of her ankle. This one was a little rougher than the last one.
She managed to pull herself up into a chair and she pressed her hand to her forehead to try to make everything stop spinning. She took one long breathe in and then released and the room stopped spinning, the dizziness pulled away, and the pull on her loric charm faded.
She turned her head to look at her worried stricken sister, who still hand her hands on her upper arm and elbow.
"Yeah, I think I am." She said trying to hid the uncertainty the snuck up on her words.
Six looked her over and gave an uncertain look because situations like that don't happen for any reason. Situations like that one doesn't even happen to them. Even for her younger sister it isn't exactly normal for her to fall out of her chair after, well, anything.
"I'm fine. Just tired I suppose." Seven said as she yawned. Both of the sisters knew that her yawn and her words were false.
Six gave her a look and her Lorien sister couldn't stand her accusing eyes. She pushed herself out of the chair, now that her legs seemed to be working, and grabbed her notebook, textbook, and her pencil that had soft teeth marks buried in the wood of it. She started walking towards 'her' bedroom; at least it would be that way for a day or two.
"You're a terrible liar. You know that, don't you?" Six said and her tone was threaded with worry.
Seven stopped at the door of her bedroom at nothing in particular. She touched the wooden frame of the bedroom before walking in and putting her things away on the table. She laid in the bed before letting her eyes drift into sleep.
Six sat at the table and sighed. She always felt worried about her sister and she hated the fact that sometimes she couldn't do anything to help her; of course it was times like these which happened not very often.
Six closed her laptop with a soft click before watching the door.